A CITY MOOD.

A CITY MOOD.
Arthur Stringer.
435.4

If I once more might only wander free
From all this citied laughter touched with pain,
And learn with quiet hall and patient tree
To watch the wheeling seasons and the rain,
And with the lyric grass, the widening ridening sea,
Retaste the wine of Earth’s Aprilian strain
And her cool wisdom earn, and at the knee
Of brooding calm some wider knowledge drain-
Then I that deeper Self entombed in me
This many a spring might hear no more complain-
Then I that better life that used to be,
When hope and dreams were young, might know again.
-Arthur Stringer,